“Most countries have only few honest politicians and this is just like having a body with only few good organs functioning!”
Mehmet Murat Ildan
I have avoided mention of our hopeless council for some time. However, as I sat down the other evening, barely had my fork reached my plate than Comical Alex burst onto my screen.
He was striding across Ilkley Moor as the council’s environmental expert in a dashing new duffel coat. It was hard not to suspect this was new territory as nobody goes up there dressed like Paddington.
He could have done worse than consult a local constituent.
When politicians start making the case for stewardship of ancient lands, beware.
Moorlands have been managed for centuries by those whose livelihoods depend on them, ensuring their long-term preservation.
Comical should stick to his vacant cycle lanes.
The Sniff Test
Well done to Morrisons with their switch to Best Before rather than Use By dates on milk; for generations, the sniff test was simple common sense.
Will cutting down on waste cost the likes of Morrisons; I cannot see this. If you buy supermarket milk and saving a few pence is possible, switch to a milkman.
Less plastic, better taste – win-win. Morrisons and its hedge fund owners will survive.
It got me thinking lying on my mat in Marvellous Marvin’s Pilates just what money-saving activities please me.
Golden Girl Cath, a JD Sports Gold Customer, pointed out my sweatshirt was almost as old as Marvin. Fast fashion was slow catching on so far as my gym wardrobe.
However, top of the list is my unbridled joy when I boil the kettle with just enough water to fill the cup.
Cooking every last morsel in the fridge is also one. I failed last week, almost crying as I cast aside a limp wonky carrot into the compost bin. At least there would be an after-life.
Whilst on the subject of wonky, why do supermarkets obsess with the shape of fruit and vegetables when all we do is take them home and chop them up? How can we claim food poverty when you can buy 3kg of spuds for less than a quid?
There is a serious point; we live in a world with finite resources and more people wanting them; make your call.
Vagina Woes
Quality not quantity is lost in today’s crowded media market. I remain resistant to the attractions of Apple TV, Netflix and Prime, plus the numerous add-ons available through Sky.
Finding something decent to watch on Netflix is a bit like searching through the bin-ends at IKEA. You’ll get there eventually but you might have forgotten what you really wanted.
A regular source of decent movies can be found on the BBC iPlayer. Many are of the genre the Brits excel at – low-budget, story-led and well-acted.
If you like these please avoid I Give It A Year a 2013 romcom – what was I thinking? This is appalling tripe, despite a very strong cast.
I’d hung on for about the length of time a bad football match has you dreaming of a pee and a warm pie at half-time. The plot was wafer-thin but what killed it was a scene where the main cast played a game of charades which descended into numerous puerile attempts to describe a vagina.
It was infantile, brainless crap. Which makes you wonder if any of the cast thought the same and had the balls to say anything before scuttling off with their cheques.
If we had been observed in The Scruffy trotting out the same inane rubbish we would be instantly labelled repressed, misogynistic Northerners. Not trendy luvvies.
Wordspeak
Yorkshire’s suspension from hosting England games should be lifted for taking a “step in the right direction”…says former player Azeem Rafiq. – see full article here.
Meaning – I’ve got my dosh.
“I want to see England playing at Headingley this summer,” said Rafiq.
Meaning – What about my free tickets?
RIP Robert
It is with immense sadness I report the passing of a wonderful gentleman. We all knew Robert at The Scruffy as half of “The Octogenarians”, his other “half” being Sheila. Impeccably dressed, supremely mannered, sharp of wit – that was Robert.
Despite his own obvious health struggles, he always made sure Sheila was sat down with her drink. We enjoyed many a night with them and will miss his company.
Sleep well old boy.
Lord Frazer Irwin says
That’s all we need on our hallowed moor. Another council prat with as much country knowledge as a flea in a morgue. It’s bad enough with the Fiends of Ilkley Moor (that’s not a spelling mistake btw) upsetting the drainage systems up there, supposedly to stop flooding in the valley. Last time similar was done it only made matters worse.
The Countryside Section has been cut back so much it hardly exists. Relying mostly on volunteers who, in the main, are retired individuals with too much time on their hands. As for duffle coat I hope he doesn’t cross my path when I’m up there ‘cos I’ve a few choice words to broadside him with.
Environmental experts like him are best kept under lock and key not let loose on unsuspecting Ilkley Moor bog hoppers.